Hellooooooo Sailor!

Actually, it should be "sailors", plural.

I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm typing this from the tropical island of Singapore where it's not very sunny. In fact there's been lots of rain and when it's not raining, the skies have been overcast.

Co-incidentally, the USS ************ is also visiting and the streets are fully of young, virile, men with buzz-cuts (just the sort I like). I went to one of the local gay spas last night and there were several sailor types there, all cruising for local meat. Can't really blame the sailor boys what with the US Navy's "don't ask, don't tell" policy, it's not exactly easy hooking up with another likewise-inclined sailor while at sea.

I managed to have it off with a couple of sailors last night. The first one was very beefy and it happened in the dark maze. Lots of other guys involved - mouths, hands, cocks everywhere. I was kissing the beefy sailor while someone sucked me until I came. After that encounter, I went to the jacuzzi for a rest and after having sufficiently recovered, went back to cruising in search for more action. That was when I met the second sailor. He was younger than the first sailor, not as built as the first but nicely toned - must be all that manual labour they have to do while onboard ship. This time, it was a private encounter and we spent a couple of hours in a cubicle alone together. This time, it was more like making love to a boyfriend. After we both came, we stayed in the cubicle, cuddled and talked until it was time for him to get back to the ship.

That's what I miss about not having a boyfriend. I'm not really in the right place in life for another boyfriend at the moment. My life is too unsettled and I don't want to start seeing someone and then have to break it off (or do the long-distance thing) when work takes me places for an extended period of time. That said, I'm not going to say no to someone whom I might meet now who could possibly turn out to be Mr Right. You never know about these things. Sometimes they come and hit you when you're least expecting it. For the time-being, I'm going to have to settle for Mr Right Now. Weekly hook-ups with different guys, great as some of them might be, aren't very emotionally satisfying. I find that I'm at a stage in my life where, although the physical aspect of being with another guy feels good for a while, it's a very souless connection. It's ironic how these encounters can be so physically intimate, yet so emotionally detached at the same time.

P.S. No cute sailor boys were hurt during the digital "castration" of the pictures in this entry. Anyone wanting pictures of this young sailor in his full glory, email me.